Well, you heard wrong! I have better things to do than play games, especially after what happened the last time I agreed to one!
[who knew chess pieces could be so pointy? he's not the one responsible for pushing Scout's down face-first (eye-first, rather) onto that queen. that was the boy's own clumsiness.]
No. It can't be. Sidney pales at the sight. At the voice that has invaded her nightmares for weeks now. But she's determined not to show it. In a casual voice, she calls,]
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...What kind of game are we playing?
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CAN'T. NOT. THREADJACK.
XD *super voicetesting mode*
Whheerre are you.
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Holy shit, Stu. This is fantastic.
Something tells me you're not the Chutes and Ladders type.
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[who knew chess pieces could be so pointy? he's not the one responsible for pushing Scout's down face-first (eye-first, rather) onto that queen. that was the boy's own clumsiness.]
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So wish I'd brought over my Sidney journal right now!!!
[Rea might find his tone kinda creepy... But she kinda likes it.]
Oh please please please. Sid. You know you want a reunion.
I'm gonna go maybe sneak off and make her an account over here. Whelp. I LOVE Scream!
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Ta-da!
No. It can't be. Sidney pales at the sight. At the voice that has invaded her nightmares for weeks now. But she's determined not to show it. In a casual voice, she calls,]
Hey Stu? Aren't you supposed to be dead?
Maaaaaarvelous
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